We Cannot Hand Our Faith

Our Goodness Comes Solely From Thinking On Goodness; Our Wickedness From Thinking On Wickedness. We Too Are The Victims Of Our Own Contemplation.

The Men And Woman Who Make The Best Boon Companions Seem To Have Given Up Hope Of Doing Something Else...some Defect Of Talent Or Opportunity Has Cut Them Off From Their Pet Ambition And Has Thus Left Them With Leisure To Take An Interest In Their Lives Of Others. Your Ambition May Be, It Makes Him Keep His Thoughts At Home. But The Heartbroken People - If I May Use The Word In A Mild, Benevolent Sense - The People Whose Wills Are Subdued To Fate, Give Us Consolation, Recognition, And Welcome.

Benevolence Alone Will Not Make A Teacher, Nor Will Learning Alone Do It. The Gift Of Teaching Is A Peculiar Talent, And Implies A Need And A Craving In The Teacher Himself.

People Who Love Soft Methods And Hate Iniquity Forget This; That Reform Consists In Taking A Bone From A Dog. Philosophy Will Not Do It.

One Of The Deepest Impulses In Man Is The Impulse To Record, - To Scratch A Drawing On A Tusk Or Keep A Diary, To Collect Sagas And Heap Cairns. This Instinct As To The Enduring Value Of The Past Is, One Might Say, The Very Basis Of Civilization.